Mermaid Reef

The majestic water column rushed into the sky.

It is so majestic that even from a distance one can see this spectacle that covers the sky.

"No, let's go!"

The captain Hans ran to the console immediately and pulled the valve stem of the engine to the bottom.

"Watch out for impact!"

Even without Hans' loud voice, the faces of the crew members changed drastically, and they quickly grabbed what they thought was solid.

The mystic scholars on board took out a few crystal bottles and knocked them heavily on the side of the boat. The mouth of the bottles was broken and some fine powder spilled out.

The runes they carved on the deck of the fishing boat quickly lit up, absorbing the power of these unknown powders.

A circle of faint brown light immediately lit up on the hull.

The thin young man leaped into the cabin and inflated the simple life raft while securing himself with ropes.

——A truly experienced adventure team will not waste the most precious time for self-rescue, as in the movies, seeing the natural disaster-like wonders like petrification in horror.

Whether it's a volcanic eruption or a big explosion, the first few seconds are really good to watch.

When the shock wave sweeps over, it is like a destructive power.

The first thing Hans experienced was the feeling of weightlessness.

Because the sea level dropped sharply, a large amount of seawater was pushed to the direction of the black hole in the abyss by an indescribable force, and rushed into the sky again.

Then the hull began to bump, and the idling propellers struggled to drive the fishing boat towards the distance.

"Turn left thirty degrees! Turn again!"

The mystic scholar pulled on the side of the boat, shouting loudly while struggling to maintain his balance.

When facing the shock wave, the direction and position of the ship are also critical, otherwise the ship will be broken directly.

The fishing boat adjusted its direction with difficulty.

At this time, a terrifying shock wave came.

The hull shook violently, as if lifted into the air by an invisible hand.

Hans let out a low growl, hanging on the console.

"Snapped."

He snapped the valve stem.

Followed by the propeller, and part of the stern.

The fishing boat was battered by the first wave of impact.

The second wave of catastrophe was a large amount of seawater that crashed down.

The huge waves are monstrous, and the most terrifying thing is that there are countless ice blocks, even icebergs, in the waves.

Hans threw away his glasses and continued to turn the rudder, the veins on his neck bulging.

— narrowly avoiding a terrifying shadow in the waves.

At the same time, the runes on the hull were also working, barely resisting this destructive force.

The crew climbed to the cabin with difficulty along the ropes.

At this time, a sharp white arrow rode the wind and waves, passing through many obstacles.

Hans perked up.

It's the white whale!

With his real vision and the underwater navigation of the white whale, they can definitely escape!

……

……

Two hours later, the crew helped Hans onto the life raft.

The water in the cabin is already half a person high.

The fishing boat was riddled with holes, and it was estimated that it would sink in a few minutes.

Hans was panting heavily, beside the white whale lying on his back and whimpering on the sea.

The white whale's skin oozes blood.

If it weren't for the protection of the mutated scales, it would definitely not be able to escape this terrible disaster.

Watching the life raft go away, the white whale turned over and followed slowly.

The rest of the crew carried packs of food and water, and the occultist brought a radio.

"Zizzi."

"No, it's all the sound of electricity... This time the Americans probably peed their pants in fright."

"The same goes for the Russians."

The thin young man said angrily: "Damn it... After we left that sea area, we had already retreated far enough, and we didn't expect to be affected."

The mystic smiled wryly: "Stop talking, those are four evil gods, four! Why don't you think about how they fight?"

"Oh, I thought about it. But I think the earth may be over by then, and human beings are also over, so don't think so much."

"Wait, what is this whale doing with us?"

"Maybe you want beef?" Hans said with his eyes closed.

Crew: "..."

The white whale got the beef and left happily.

Without the evil god forcing it to work, the white whale will continue its migration journey alone.

"I'm actually a bit reluctant to let it go." The mystic scholar muttered.

Looking at the shadow of the white whale going away, and the crew worrying about it, it suddenly turned into a narwhal, how to find the same kind to play and mate in the future. (Note)

Hans gradually fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he just heard a clear voice coming from the occultist's radio.

The United States made televised and radio speeches celebrating the successful arrival of the nuclear submarine Nautilus at the North Pole.

"...Did they float to the North Pole on an iceberg? Hey, the captain woke up!"

Hans barely opened his eyes, and asked with difficulty, "Where are we?"

"We are about to arrive at our planned retreat. Thanks to the huge waves, although we almost drowned in the bottom of the sea, they rushed us hundreds of kilometers away, completely out of the American search circle. Listen to this broadcast, Americans Also found their submarine."

The crew were not surprised, because the survivors of the mysterious incident, except for those with particularly high willpower, would lose relevant memories after waking up from a coma.

People who were still alive in the submarine might think that all the accidents were caused by the confusion of the polar magnetic field and the impact of the iceberg.

"The arctic secret incident in 1958...the terrifying submarine water column, the huge waves of natural disasters, and the nuclear submarine that disappeared for three days added a secret file to the Americans." The occultist folded his arms and sighed.

"Captain, is our mission over?"

"maybe……"

Hans struggled to sit up, and said hesitantly, "There is no other situation in the follow-up. It can be basically confirmed that the follow-up influence of the gray butterfly has been suspended. Of course, we cannot relax our vigilance, and we still need to use instruments to search for relevant signals."

"I hope the evil god Huidie will disappear, and it won't come out again for at least one or two hundred years." The mystic scholar whispered.

Hans looked at the sea of ​​ice in the distance, feeling inexplicably worried.

Because Hans felt that Jensen was the kind of evil god who would come back to say hello. Jensen not only looked like a nobleman, but also followed social etiquette from beginning to end, so the current situation is a bit strange.

"...Maybe it was delayed by something, or, the evil gods still have many secrets that we humans don't know, and they moved the battlefield to a field that humans can't touch."

***

Jason pushed Gemil, who was lying on his shoulder.

"You become a human first." Jason pressed the fish tail wrapped around his waist very uncomfortable.

"You obviously like..."

Gemil whispered.

When they were in London, in Paris, in Venice, Jason never refused his touch.

Why did you talk ironically after waking up?

Gemil found a very reasonable excuse for himself: "It is estimated that Gu Keluo's power has also been suppressed, but Gray Butterfly has not, so I need your protection now."

The mermaid let go and fell back into the sea, looking up at Jason innocently.

Jason closed his eyes abruptly, then gritted his teeth and said, "Gamil, no, want, tempt me!"

With a burst of pleasant laughter, the mermaid sank into the sea.

There were circles of ripples on the surface of the water.

"Don't go far." Jason opened his eyes hastily.

Then he felt his feet sink.

A little golden humpback whale lay there.

It's about the length of a cape.

The gold jewels on the humpback's body also shrank. It twisted its body with great difficulty, and its long fins tried to catch Jason's pants.

Too bad it's so heavy.

Jansen was forced to hold the whale in both hands, and almost missed it because the whale's skin was too slippery, and only caught the delicate gold chain on the back.

With a flick of its tail, the humpback slipped from Jansen's grasp and fell back into the sea.

Jason: "..."

Forget it, depending on the situation, the gray butterfly will not appear for the time being, so let's find a way to get out of the time rift.

"You said that some evil gods have encountered this situation before, how did they solve it?" Jason asked.

A muffled voice came from the sea: "I don't know, I just heard of them, and I'm not familiar with them."

Gemil, the god of the sea, sleeps all year round and is lazy by nature. He has no conditions or opportunities to know these secrets.

"By the way, the power fusion that Gu Keluo said..."

"He's gone crazy."

Gemil said decisively.

Because other creatures will go mad and die in the face of evil gods, and evil gods will not be immune to this kind of damage, so going crazy is a very powerful description, and evil gods can understand the meaning of this word.

But Jason felt that Gu Keluo didn't seem crazy, the magic carpet looked very serious, and the fusion theory was also in line with the concept of evil gods.

Jason couldn't help asking: "We, I... Is my thinking too close to human logic?"

"Is there anything wrong with human love logic and behavior?"

Gemil appeared behind Jason silently.

This time in human form.

No mask.

Long crimson hair draped over his shoulders, golden eyes reflected Jason's appearance, and his perfect face surpassed the scorching sun in an instant.

"The behavior of humans, whales, or other animals... as long as we think, is there anything wrong?" Gemil asked.

Of course it doesn't matter, the world of the evil gods is disordered, no one can control anyone, and there are no established rules, only the way of getting along that everyone likes.

If you don't like it, don't agree with it, just hit it.

So even if Gu Keluo is very reasonable, no one of his kind will "pay attention" to him.

Jason is very young, and he hasn't had much contact with the same kind. Once he figured out the problem, he stopped thinking about it.

"Let's determine what is going on with this time gap first, and then think of a way... By the way, this island is at this position on the earth."

Jason took out his compass and showed it to Gemil.

As expected, Gemil was very interested in this human artifact and flipped through it repeatedly.

Jason looked at the world where time stood still before him, and soon found clues.

On the bustling wharf, slaves carrying goods are working under the whip of the supervisor.

They have different skin colors, dragging heavy shackles on their feet, some of them don't look like slaves at all, and the tattered and dirty clothes can still be seen as intact and decent.

"They're soldiers."

Jason came to a conclusion without much trouble.

Navy clothing is obvious.

Even though the jacket has lost two sleeves, the original beautiful metal buttons are all missing.

The slave who had been a soldier was walking, staring at the overseer's back with ferocious eyes.

Jason looked around at the slaves carrying the goods.

"And merchants, exiled criminals, sailors..."

"How do you know?" Gemil grabbed the compass and followed behind Jason.

Sea God thought this was a new human detective game.

Just like in the novel, one can judge a person's occupation and age just by looking at his appearance.

Jason pointed to Gemil: "This man has brand marks on his body. Didn't we see this pattern when we went to the theater? There is also this man, whose clothes are still intact, probably just caught, his shoes There are silver coins hidden in it, the shoes are all slit, and the width of the body...he is a bit fat, not like a commoner, maybe a businessman."

As for the sailors, let alone, they are all sailing boats now, and there are usually deep marks left by cables on the palms of their hands.

"You're right." Gemil looked at the sailors on the ship next to him, and then at the slave carrying the goods.

Even if you don't understand, you can find similarities by comparing them.

Gemil finds new joys.

On the ants he didn't want to look at before.

"Forget about the exiles, why do soldiers, sailors, and merchants become slaves? Are they captured?" Gemil recalled what he saw from human dramas and books, looked up at the flags flying in the port, and then Added, "Captured by the British?"

"It's strange, this may not be an ordinary port."

Jason found that he still knew too little about human history.

He doesn't know this era, what happened in this place, and he doesn't even know the name of this island.

Just keep looking for clues.

Jensen walked up to the port tax officer and looked in his pocket for the papers.

It turned out that the tax officer was very incompetent and didn't bring this stuff at all.

"found it!"

Gemil was clutching a brochure with a brown cover. Obviously he and Jason had thought of the same thing, and he had better luck.

Jensen came over and found Gemil standing in front of a table, where an official who seemed to be reviewing the qualifications of seagoing ships to enter the port was sitting, and beside him were British soldiers carrying old-fashioned long-barreled rifles, and they also pulled a fence that looked like a fence. It was full of iron barbs.

In the eyes of humans, it is difficult to break through this level.

But in the eyes of the evil god, this is a simple hedge.

"... the British Empire belongs to... Port Royal?"

Jason read the words in the booklet, "I seem to have seen this name somewhere."

Gemil pressed: "A newspaper, or a novel? Or a shop window poster?"

"Adventure novel!"

Jason said with certainty.

The memory of evil gods is far superior to that of humans, but for things that are not of interest and have not been particularly remembered, it is necessary to clear up the memory.

"I have to think about it." Jason casually took out a stack of human novels with different covers, and gave half of them to Gemil.

The meaning is obvious, either rely on memory, or turn the pages of books.

The latter must be faster. Anyway, the evil god reads ten pages a second, which is still the slowing effect caused by unfamiliar human words.

10 minute later.

There was already a tall stack of books on the ground.

"I found it, here it is."

Jensen held up a nautical treasure hunt adventure novel, his eyes caught the word first, then stopped the book on a page.

"Caribbean... Port Royal, capital of pirates?"

"I know the pirates among human beings. Aren't they active in front of my house?" Sea God Gemil asked suspiciously.

Jason felt that Gemil was referring to the Vikings. As a fan of the new gods and ghost ships, he knew that later pirates robbed Spanish gold ships.

"The book says that Port Royal suddenly sank into the sea in 1692. This sinful city that once occupied countless pirates and the wealth in the city was swallowed by the angry sea... Countless adventurers tried to dive and salvage the old city. The golden treasure of the day..."

Jason stopped chanting, looking strange.

Gemil subconsciously pointed to himself: "So this is what we did?"

Jason looked at this bustling town, hesitating to speak.

Volume VI Time and Space Compass